17 de jun de 2009

Bad english, so sorry.

Today I want to write in english.There are many doubts in my heart. Should I fall in love with her ? Why do people have a past ? I don't know what to do, and I hate this situation. I always know what I want to do, I always have the control of situation (I'm talking about things related with my little heart. My heart isn't a little one, but forget it.) I wonder if it is a real love or just a stupid illusion of my depressive mind.I wish to know if this song is true for me...

OasisSongbirdTalking to the songbird yesterdayFlew me to a past not far awayShe's a little pilot in my mindSinging songs of love to pass the timeGonna write a song so she can seeGive her all the love she gives to meTalk of better days that have yet to comeNever felt this love from anyone

She's not anyoneShe's not anyoneShe's not anyone

A man can never dream these kinds of thingsEspecially when she came and spread her wingsWhispered in my ear the things I'd likeThen she flew away into the nightGonna write a song so she can seeGive her all the love she gives to meTalk of better days that have yet to comeNever felt this love from anyone

She's not anyoneShe's not anyoneShe's not anyone

Yes, Bernardo, I'm a girl now. ¬¬'

Or not...But her past condemns her.Ok, she's a little girl, and just wanna have fun (OOOOOOHH GIIIIRRRLSSS JUST WANNA HAVE FUUUUN.), and she wants to find the right guy for her. But why has she done it on this way? Holly shit... ¬¬'There are times that I think: "Maaaan... I'm crazy for this girl. My God !"There are times that I think: "Disgusting... I will never have a girlfriend like her."

God, why do You do this things to me ? Are you a Joker ?Life, why do you put in this situation ?

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